1 comments/ 48587 views/ 3 favorites Sharing His Slave Ch. 01 By: ladysub Naked, I knelt in the center of the room for my Master's pleasure. My dusky pink nipples were hard nubs on the tips of my heavy round breasts. With my hands clasped behind my back, my thighs spread wide and my eyes downcast, I tried to be the very image of submission as I waited for Him to return home. While I waited, I wondered what my Master had in store for me. I only knew that He had called me after lunch and said for me to prepare myself well and to wait for him, in position, in the entryway. So I shaved myself more carefully than normal, washed, dried and lightly perfumed myself with the subtle, musky rose oil blend my Master likes. My black leather collar stood out in stark contrast to my pale skin. Anxiously I waited. My knees aching on the hardwood floor, I finally heard keys jingling outside the front door. Doing a quick silent check that I was exactly in position, I waited a minute more for my Master to enter. At last I heard the door open and close and footsteps tapping the floor. Confused, I listened. It didn't sound like Master was alone. How strange! Master had never brought anyone else home with Him when He knew I was awaiting his pleasure. "My god, John you're right. She is lovely." I heard the stranger's voice as the footsteps grew closer. "Thank you, Alex. I thought she would please you." My mind raced. Why would Master be concerned if I pleased this man or not? Had I displeased Him lately? Was my Mater growing tired of His slave? "Stand up, slave, let us look at you." I heard my Master's voice and I obeyed. I rolled as gracefully as I could from my knees to my bare feet. I spread my feet more than shoulder width apart and moved my clasped hands up behind my neck, my stomach in tense knots. Eyes still downcast, I blushed a little as the stranger, Alex, walked a slow circle around me. "John, she is stunning. She seems very well behaved, too. How long have you owned her?" "Not quite a year yet. She's had her little rebellions, but she's eager to learn and is coming along nicely." "How does she take the strap?" "Her ass colors nicely under the paddle. She still breaks position sometimes under the strap. I reserve the cane for the worst disobedience, it terrifies her. I've only had to use it twice." I felt the part of my anatomy currently under discussion burn with the memory of the cane. Alex stopped right in front of me. "Look at me, little one." I heard him speak softly. I lifted my chin and met his gaze. Startlingly bright blue eyes stared back into my green ones. He had short, almost black hair and a generous mouth. His shoulders were broad and strong and he was a couple of inches taller than my Master's 5'10". The tip of my tongue nervously darted out to moisten my suddenly dry lips. "May I touch her, John?" Alex spoke to Master with his gaze still locked on mine. "Please do, Alex. She has exquisite skin." Master sat down in a straight backed chair to watch this man take His property, my flesh, in his hands. Alex reached up and cupped my face in his warm hand, then pushed his fingers up into my dark auburn hair. He rolled one of my achingly hard nipples gently between his large fingers. I felt his hand stroke down the clean, curved line of my waist and the smooth flare of my hip to cup my bottom. To my credit, I didn't even flinch when Alex touched me. "Did she know you were bringing me here?" Alex asked my Master as he stroked my bottom and hips, walking slowly around me again. "No, she didn't. I didn't feel it necessary to tell her. She is my slave, and will do as I wish." Master smiled, and His eyes glinted with pleasure as he watched me stand perfectly still under His friend's hands. As Master met my eyes, I lowered my gaze again towards the floor. I could see Master's shoes as he approached me. I felt Alex close behind me and the heat of his hands on my bare sides and breasts as Master took my chin in His hand and lifted my face to Him. "Listen closely, pet." He began. "This man is My friend. I am going to watch you pleasure him, and you will obey him as well as you obey Me." Master smiled at me, and as I felt my heart warm in response to Him, I also knew what He had left unspoken - that if I failed to obey, His displeasure and my punishment would be severe. "Alex, enjoy my slave's body well." Master moved back to sit in an overstuffed chair to watch me. Alex moved around in front of me." "Kneel, slut." He directed me. I returned to my kneeling position on the floor. "Look up at me, little one. I would know that you hear my words and understand them all." Again, I looked him in the face. "From your own Master's lips, you heard that He is lending you to me for a time. I expect you to obey me without question. I will not hesitate to punish you as if you were my own property. You will address me at all times as 'Sir' or 'Master Alex". You will not cum without permission. You will not speak unless spoken to. You may cry out, but not without reason or to try to evoke pity. I know you have been well trained by your Master, and I expect to see His hard work shining through in your behavior." "Now, the first thing I want is to inspect your slut body." Sir motioned to the solid coffee table in the center of the living room. "Lie down on the table top. Spread your legs over the sides of it and lift your arms up over your head." I rose from my kneeling position, the thought of exposing myself so intimately to this stranger burning humiliation in my mind, and approached the coffee table. Taking a quick glance at Master, wishing it were His words I was hearing, I laid down on the table. Spreading my legs as much as I could, I set my toes on the floor. I raised my arms up over my head and crossed them, letting my wrists and hands dangle over the end of the table. Master Alex smiled a little as he approached me. He let his fingertips trail over my arms and past my underarms, checking the smooth skin there and tickling me ever so slightly. Suppressing the urge to giggle, I remained still for his inspection. He stroked his warm hand down my thigh, then my calf, feeling the soft skin of my legs. When he rounded the end of the table, he ran his hands up both of my legs, checking how well I shaved myself that day. Kneeling between my thighs, Master Alex focused in on my pussy. I could feel his eyes searing my pink flesh even before he touched it. When he did touch me there, it was all I could do to not cringe away from him. It had been so long since anyone other than Master touched me like that... I concentrated on lying still and making Master proud. I tried to relax as Master Alex probed my wet folds with his fingers. I could feel him pulling my flesh open, prying my lower lips apart, and just looking at my cunt. Humiliation burned hot and red in my cheeks, I could feel the heat rise in my face. Master Alex leaned so close to me, I could feel his heated breath on my skin. I felt his fingers stroke my pussy lips, then he pressed one of them into my hot hole. While he pushed into me, I could feel his thumb stroking the outer flesh, almost molding it away from my opening. "John, I can find no fault with the care Your slave takes of herself." Master Alex abruptly withdrew his finger from my body while speaking to my Master. A moment later, I felt his finger press against my mouth and I could smell the scent of my own arousal. "You know what to do, little slut." He whispered. I opened my mouth, and let his finger enter it, sucking and licking my own musk from his finger. He smiled at me when he removed his finger from my mouth. He walked away and looked at one of the hooks Master had placed in the wall, this one a little lower than his shoulder height. "Come here slut, kneel down right here." He grinned and motioned to Master as I rose from the table and approached him, kneeling where he indicated, placing my hands on the floor and resting my head on my hands. Ass high, the my stomach lurched nervously as I heard the two men leave the room and wondered what they were planning for me. Sharing His Slave Ch. 02 As I knelt, my body humming with tension, I waited for Master Alex to return. I could hear the low rumble of voices and running water. I remained silent as they returned to the room, my eyes still turned towards the floor, forehead on my hands. I heard the soft creak of furniture as one of them, I assumed my Master, sat down. Suddenly I felt a cool, slick finger being thrust into my bottom. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Behind me, I heard Master Alex chuckle. I wasn't sure if he meant to startle me or not. I tried to relax and remain still under Master Alex's probing finger. As he pushed into me, I could feel his thumb caressing my cunt and clit. Abruptly, his touch was gone, but quickly replaced by something cold, hard and slender. A moment later, I felt warm water rushing into my belly from my bottom. An image of what I must look like flashed into my mind's eye: ass high, heavy breasts hanging, rubber hose snaking from a bulging enema bag down to between my cheeks. Heat infused my face in humiliation. I bit back a moan as I felt cramping deep in my gut. I felt Master Alex stroke the warmth of his hand over the lush roundness of my ass as the water poured into me. Master Alex' hand moved down from my rump, down between my legs, and I felt the slight roughness of his finger against my clit. He rubbed it firmly, slowly, bringing a wet heat to my pussy. Involuntarily, my hips pushed ever so slightly against his hand as I felt my body run slick with arousal. My belly felt impossibly full, cramps trying to rid me of the invading fluids. When the water finally stopped flowing and the enema bag went mercifully empty, I felt the slender nozzle being removed from my ass, and then swiftly replaced with the thick, flared shape of a butt plug. My anus stun horribly as the thickest part of the plug was thrust past it. I gasped with the intimate pain of the sudden penetration and Master Alex slapped me once, sharply on the ass. I t seemed like forever that I knelt there, belly gurgling and cramping, ass aching, before Master Alex' voice broke the silence. "Kneel up, slut." I rose up from my position prostrate on the floor to sit on my knees again, and my head swam from the change in position. Master Alex crossed the room and sat down in an easy chair, unzipped his slacks and looked at me. "Crawl over here, slut." I dropped my hands to the floor and moved towards him, my breasts swaying beneath me, the water and plug shifting inside of me. When I reached Master Alex I stopped and remained on my hands and knees. Kneeling in front of this stranger, my belling rolling and full of water, my ass plugged and aching, and the heat of his handprint fading from my bottom, I had never felt so much the slut, like an object, a warm body to be subjected to torment and humiliation for the pleasure of others. Feeling the barest prick of tears to my eyes, I awaited his next instruction. "Suck me off, slut. The plug will remain in your sweet ass until you're done." "Yes. Master Alex." I almost whispered and I moved closer to him. "I want to see that whore's mouth swallow every drop of my cum, and if you fail, I will paddle your ass and your cunt before you get relief." He smiled at me, a smile promising much more than I expected this afternoon when I stripped to kneel by the door and wait for my Master. "Yes, Master Alex." I repeated as I leaned over his lap. As gently as I could, I used my lips and tongue to draw his stiffening cock out of his unfastened slacks. As I drew the dusky head from his trousers, I wrapped my tongue around the tip and pulled it into my mouth. Only half hard, I could pull his entire cock into my mouth easily, rolling my tongue around the satiny smoothness of it, my nose and chin pressing into the shaved softness of his groin. Master Alex' cock hardened quickly inside my mouth. I used all the skill I had to call as I suck his warmth deeper into me. I fucked him with my mouth, sucking as I slid up on it and swirling my tongue around the head of it before I sucked it back down. Teasing the hole in the tip of it with the tip of my tongue, I could taste the first traces of his salty pleasure. My breasts rubbing against the slight roughness of his pants, nipples tight and hard, my pussy dripping wetness down my thighs, I sucked him, listening to his quick intakes of breath, feeling his thighs quiver around me, working him towards his orgasm. Finally, jaw aching, drooling over my own chin, I felt his balls draw up close to his body just seconds before his cock twitched and surged in my mouth, spraying the back of my throat with his seed. Swallowing convulsively, I sealed my lips around his hard on, milking his spasming cock with my mouth, pulling every drop of his ecstasy down into me. I felt his hands wind into my hair, pulling my head deep into his lap, his cock fully into my mouth and throat, as his cock began to soften. When he let go of my head finally, I used my mouth and nose to nudge his softened member back into his open slacks. "Kneel down, slut, ass up." Master Alex instructed me as he stood and fastened his trousers again. I felt his hand grip the base of the anal plug. "I'm pulling this out now, slut. You may go relieve yourself and wash. Don't you dare spill a drop." He pulled the plug out of my ass with an audible pop. Desperate to obey, I clenched my bottom against the urge to purge, and rushed, waddling and cramping, to the bathroom. As I reached my goal and closed the door, I could hear the laughter of both men behind me. When I eventually returned to the living room feeling empty and clean, Master and Master Alex appeared to be having a pleasant, friendly conversation. On one of the end tables, I could see some of the toys from O/our bedroom. I knelt back in the center of the room, determined to stay there until summoned. The warmth of my Master's voice as he spoke to Master Alex washed over me, calming me. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and felt my breathing slow slightly. "Come here, slut, and lie back on the coffee table again." Master Alex summoned me, and I obeyed, crawling to the table and lying back on it with my legs spread over the sides of the table and my hands up over my head. Master Alex took a handful of lengths of soft cotton rope from the end table and approached me. I felt him adjust the spread of my thighs slightly wider before he tied my ankles to the legs of the heavy table. Next he tied my wrists together. Tensing my arms slightly, I could feel the ropes tug on my ankles. Helpless, I could feel panic start to build up in my gut. I looked around briefly, searching for a way out, and my eyes fell upon my Master. Seeing Him was like a soothing heat, and He eased my panic, brought me back to myself. I was in my Master's presence; the hands touching me were His friend's hands. No harm would come to me. I took a deep breath and waited. Waited for Master Alex' next words, his next touch, to find out what he had in store for me next.